‘Why do you not say you like it??? If only you could say that much, husband….. the next question I ask you may answer it properly…!’ — It was difficult for Ewelina to maintain a composed disposition. Therefore, the man would remain tame for the due time before trying to appease her strict essence with affectionate warmth again.
“… Fatædi?”
“Yes. What is it, husband?” — More focused on the food she was still eating, Ewelina responded to the man leaning over her shoulder. Not as rigid as at first… tensing up as his soft purr cuddled to the volume of her curly fur even as her tone was strict in sound.
“You're still eating…?”
“I eat slower too.”
“It's less than half I had…”
“… I will be done once my tea is brought.”